Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Sleeping in the devil´s bed

I thought of you when you were gone, I thought of you when you weren´t there.
I thought of you before I met you.

I miss you, I wish I´ve had the opportunity to learn how to live with you. It´s sad I know you so well and I´ve never seen you during daylight...

I don´t know if I can see you again.
I can see your hands.
I can remember your scent.
I have your body printed in my hands.

But I don´t want to.
Because now I belong to you. I am woman, sex, sweat, tears, rage, love, blood, honey, eyes, all stretched out in your bed.

And it is full of thorns.



I'll drown my beliefs
To have your babies
I'll dress like your niece
And wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Radiohead, true love waits
(with help from Daniel Lanois)

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